Supa Dupa

So, school is traveling on in front of me like a never ending road of death paved with the skeletons of others who have failed. Seems I'll join them eventually, because there is no way (now this is a terrible example of cognitive therapy) that I am going to pass my tests. Heh, maybe I will.

This seems like a great summer to rid of my fear of swimming with fish. Either that, or I'll die trying. Hopefully, Taylor's parents will be over themselves in time for summer. Because I sure as hell need a male in the water with me at Oasis lake. Don't get me wrong, I loved Shannon's company last year (especially the amateur porn videos we mocked). Maybe I'll take the boat into the middle of the lake and jump off it...hopefully theres no undertow or man eating fish in there...or anything bigger than my foot. And GOD! Those little sons of bitches (ya know, blue gill?) bite hard! I bled! No loss though. We'll probably go up more than once. My Psy teacher said that he had a fear of fish to. He went snorkling to get over his fear, then laughed at the expression of horror on my face. The summer isn't even close but I think it'll be a great summer that will surpass last summers trials. It'll be one to remember...